I got, I got, I gotFast women, slow bread,Cold chillin, makin magic in an Upstate home steadGot a bad bitch on my text lineLookin for a life line like my dick studied pre-medAlright girl, go ahead,Feeling like an old mind in a young headInstead, these hoe ass industry faggotsWanna front like I ain't hotter than Lucifer’s foreheadI can treat her like an option, I could get headBut I’ma go plan b, I’ma get breadEither one of them be crazy, either she gon want a babyOr them boys is gon be ringing at my door bellSo I treat her like oh wellSaid fuck a pussy and I left her in the hotelGotta hit the city street, you can feel it's heart beatWater full of sharks, preyin on the weak

Could give a fuck bout what you sayThey'll never take my soul awayCould give a fuck about what you sayGo tell them boys I’m here to stay